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Public Raid on Kattada

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Mercy

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Mercy
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She watched with one eye at the footage and with the other eye at the proceedings.

It went well and finally they were alone again.

"That's some footage right here, Til." Mercy finally said as she nodded, gesturing for him to follow, shortening her own footsteps so they could walk next to each other. "Didn't think you had it in you, really." There had been a story going around, about Lurkvap dying at the hands of a Jedi and how Tilon Quill Tilon Quill had extracted vengeance.

Not true a saber, but through... words, timing and the right framing.

How did a man like that, rejecting vengeance, do something like on the footage? Was it truly just a matter of the wrong place, wrong time?

The ship loomed in front of them, there were a bunch of the Graspborn around. They were making sure her ship wouldn't get destroyed or stolen, forceforbid.

"After you, old friend. Let's start a new adventure together."
 

Tilon Quill

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Tilon Quill
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He really had nothing else to say. Doubtless survival would require conversation soon, but he was far too tired, far too sick at heart.

There was a serious chance he'd never see this place again that had meant so much to him, and a similar chance that if he did he wouldn't be welcome. He'd tried for secrecy about this deal, but every secret had a shelf life and anything known by two people would soon been known by three, then four. Anything.

Then again, whatever could be destroyed by the truth should be. Affinity included.

He went aboard Mercy Mercy 's ship and disappeared.
 

Saram Kote

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Saram Kote
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Tag(s): Drystan Creed Drystan Creed | Wuxia Wukong | Feng Huang

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Bounty for Drystan Creed Drystan Creed

He shabla cut the rounds in two. Of shabla course he did. Saram would be lying if she said that wasn't impressive, however. It was perhaps too much to hope things were going to be that easy. Saram sighed to herself as she ejected the magazine, pulling a single guided flechette round and a single guided APFSDS-B round. That blade had to be made from something tough if it could take the kinetic impact of the round, but few things were tough enough to take a beskar sabot.

Saram reinserted the magazine, locking her target one more time with the loaded guided flechette round. If she was understanding her quandary right based on what little she'd seen of him, then she wasn't going to seriously injure him with this round, just distract him enough to land her second shot on his blade. She squeezed the trigger in-between breaths, sending the guided flechette round at her quandary, and then moments later squeezed the trigger in-between breaths once more, having locked her quandary's blade as it's target.

Saram didn't know what else had had on his person, but in the event that she had to close distance to finish the job, she unloaded her Verpine shatter battle rifle's under-barrel grenade launcher, replacing the baradium grenades for the electronet grenades she was carrying with her. Looking at the distance between her perch and the hangar, she plotted a quick flight path to the hangar. Part of her was enjoying this, finally a target who was proving to be a challenge. Pity she was going to have to turn him once this was over and done with.

 
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Drystan Creed

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KATTADA

The second shot came before its sound could reach him.

Drystan's visor pinged an alert—his body moved before thought could catch up. He twisted his torso just enough. The flechette screamed past, grazing his side, slicing through the thinner plate there and carving a searing line of pain as it punched clean through, blood welling beneath the torn armor.

He did not react. No stagger, no cry. He had felt far worse without so much as a sound.

His sole focus now was the position from which that shot came. Whoever it was, they were good—shots worthy of consideration—and he knew more would come. His mind sharpened, senses flaring to predatory keenness.

Even as his right arm dipped, snapping his blade back into its scabbard before the next round could strike it, his left rose. The black prosthetic whirred to life, the node in its palm flaring with a dangerous red.

FWASH!

A spear of contained plasma lanced from his palm, scorching a line through the hangar toward the shadowed spot where his instincts told him the shot had originated. He had followed the air trail of the second round—the faint disruption in its wake, the whisper of displaced pressure and lingering ozone—tracing it back like a bloodhound on scent.

The intent was to force his hidden assailant to move, to reveal themselves, and if it managed to make a liquified hole of metal and flesh, that would be the best outcome.

Even as the beam dissipated, Drystan slipped behind the gutted hull of a transport ship, boots grinding silently across the durasteel floor. The ruined craft offered cover enough, its scorched frame groaning as he pressed his back to it.

His breathing slowed. Every sense sharpened—sight, sound, smell, the tremor of air pressure against his skin—searching for the faintest ripple of movement in the haze.

He would find them. And when he did, he would return the gesture a thousand fold.

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Saram Kote

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Saram Kote
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Bounty for Drystan Creed Drystan Creed

Saramr's HUD screamed at her in warning. 'ENERGY BUILDUP DETECTED' even with her enhanced reflexes, by the time she looked at where it had highlighted, the weapon had already fired, She threw her body aside, foliage behind where she was crouched flash vaporized. The sudden burst of vapor cased her camouflage suite to flicker once for the briefest fraction of a second. Ordinarily, this would not be a concern, but she didn't know how augmented by the force or otherwise this dar'jetii's senses were.

She lay on her back for a brief moment, taking the few seconds that passed as respite. It was evident to her now that this shabuir was going to require a different approach. Saram jumped to her feet, stowing her AMR and retrieving her BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle. She sighted down the weapon via the scope's HUD linking function. She swapped the SLAP round magazine for one loaded with guided voidstone-depleted baradium sabots. The contract said 'unspoiled', but bacta did a good enough job at that.

Saram leapt into the on in invisible wings of fire, repulsor-stabilized flight carrying her the distance between her and the hangar. Her armor picked up the signature of a force user in the hangar, wisely having taken cover behind a ruined transport. Smart. Saram set the baradium warhead fitted Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Micro-Missiles loaded in both her vambrace mounted launchers to airburst just as they reached the inner edge of his cover. If that didn't draw him out, the baradium high explosive was in the very least going to weaken if not destroy his cover.

 
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KATTADA

A miss by his estimation. Having fought countless battles, Drystan's instincts told him he had yet to spill any blood. Good. This should last a little longer. He reached out with the Force, but the presence of his assailant was scant. A frown. Perhaps cloaking, or worse, some field dampening his sight. Something to note.

Notes would have to wait: the cover he hid behind was being barraged with missiles. No good — this piece of metal wouldn't last long, and he wanted to get close. Hard to both find a hidden foe and close the distance while being chased. His senses let him track the missiles' trajectories, how they whistled through the air and displaced it as they moved. Not pinpoint, but it would suffice.

Before the missiles shredded the skeletonized hull he crouched behind, he let out a sharp exhale, tapped into the Force, and sent the massive hunk of metal hurtling toward the position of his foe. It flew and spun from sheer telekinetic force, almost at top speed despite having no engines. He followed a few paces behind it, using the rushing hull as a makeshift portable shield. With a tap on his wrist he modified the beam of his prosthetic and fired a staccato of blaster-like bolts through the ever-revolving openings of the gutted shell.

This should bring him closer to his goal, and he would repay his target in kind. He just needed visual confirmation before sinking his claws into whoever was trying to take him down.

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Saram Kote

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Saram Kote
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Bounty for Drystan Creed Drystan Creed

'COLLIISION IMMINENT, EVADE," screamed the warning from her armor's 'Manda' battlenet module in her HUD. She was already halfway through reacting to the large hunk of metal flying toward her at near terminal velocity when the warning flashed across the corner of her HUD. 'Really?' she mused sarcastically before issuing a command via neural link to give her a burst of thrust to the right to push herself out of the way. The system complied, showing her as it did that such a flightpath would push her out of the way in time.

She had been so focused on getting out of the way of the wreckage that she had barely any presence of mind to register the glancing impacts of energy weapons fire against her armor. The sudden movement and the impacts of energy weapons fire was too much for her armor's cloaking system. 'Camouflage systems deactivated', warned her armor via her HUD. 'System recalibrating...' it added, though that was a small consolation.

Saram's augmented reflexes and her beskar'gam's advanced suite of sensors allowed her to track her target somehow keeping pace with the wreckage. A quick burst of repulsor-stabilized rocket thrust pushed her backward, ideally well out of reach. She blink clicked a missile lock, her vambrace mounted missile launchers flashed a confirmation message in her HUD. She selected the Trat'aab Oya'karur-G-class Brilliant Glop Micro-missiles loaded in the launchers.

The missiles were magnetically accelerated out of the launcher, whooshing toward their target, her target, fractions of a second later. The missiles were set to proximity detonate. Only Saram didn't stop there. The benefit of HUD linked targeting backed up by crushgaunt integrated fire control and trajectory analysis system was that even with her rifle canted well out of way of her vambrace integrated weapons, she could still fire with almost no lost accuracy.

Saram quickly reached forward and squeezed the trigger of the UGL-02 mounted to her rifle. Without any fanfare the grenade launcher affixed underneath her rifle discharged a single EG-02 Electronet Grenade. A snort left her nose as the seconds crawled by. Unspoiled or however the shab it had been put. Were it so shabla easy.

 
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KATTADA

Just how many missiles did this bounty hunter have? Drystan gritted his teeth—though a silver lining emerged. Just before the next missile launched, whatever cloaking device the hunter had been using flickered, finally giving him a visual. A boon to exploit, even if it was only temporary.

Still, another barrage of micro-missiles was the last thing he wanted to deal with. He telekinetically yanked up a makeshift asteroid field of debris, hurling it between himself and the oncoming storm. Some of the missiles struck the flying wreckage and burst into sticky glop, revealing the true nature of the munitions. He pursed his lips. Definitely not something he wanted coating him.

The debris he'd lifted became a furious hailstorm, shards of durasteel whipping toward the bounty hunter at ballistic speed. If Drystan had lunged the moment the cloak dropped—as he'd originally planned—he would've taken that entire spray of glop straight to the face. Patience had saved him.

He shifted and leapt aside to avoid the last cluster of missiles—but a stray burst splattered across the ground and tagged his leg, anchoring him in place. Drystan had only seconds before the adhesive hardened completely. Focusing on the timing, he drove a sharp, brutal palm strike into the glop at the precise moment its consistency shifted between sticky foam and hardening metal. The impact shattered the forming mass, ripping his leg free—though sticky residue still clung to him, weighing him down.

That brief delay proved costly. The next moment, an electronet unfurled over him with a crackling snap. Electricity surged through his body, jolting his nervous system. Through grit, conditioning, and a subtle push of the Force reinforcing his resilience, he forced himself to move inside the net's constricting coils. His hand found his lightsaber—ignition followed with the familiar hiss as red plasma flared to life.

The net didn't slice immediately. Not ideal. But as the seconds passed, he felt the metal fibers soften under the blade's sustained heat.

It wouldn't be instant, but once he cut his way out, his retaliation would be far more ferocious than he initially planned. Being hunted by an arsenal of gadgets and gimmicks wasn't his preferred kind of fight—if anything, it irritated him—but all of that would have to wait.

Right now, time was the enemy, and he needed to melt through this net before the hunter unleashed something even worse.

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Saram Kote

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Saram Kote
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Bounty for Drystan Creed Drystan Creed

'Evade,' came the quick warning from her beskar'gam's 'Manda' module. This time the armor was just somewhat faster than her, her attention momentarily distracted by what her quandary was up to. She jetted sideward on a burst of rocket thrust, but not fast enough. She felt the impact of multiple shards of Durasteel like the impact of a flechette cannister. The high speed shards of metal had left nasty jagged scars in her armor mounted weapons, but she had learned one thing over her career, no matter how fast it was travelling, Durasteel was almost never going to punch through a serious armor plate.

Saram reacquired her target, her armor's link to the electronet she'd just fired alerting her that her it's capacitors were ready for another shock. No, she'd had another idea. She armed her one Void Stone Glop Grenade. These were highly limited, she wasn't going to be able to replace this till she got back to Roche, she was only going to get one attempt with this. With a quick glance to judge distance, she gave the grenade an underhanded toss. "Here, catch," she said.

This dar'jetii had been one haran of a fight. She'd have to thank him for putting up such a fight, and though it would likely come off as mockery at that stage, she did mean it genuinely. Not that she was counting this fight as over just yet, but she struggled to see how he was going to get out of this one. Now the real struggle was going to be flying back to where she had parked her ship with her bounty in tow. not that getting him into the prisoner transport pod or fitting him with the harness was going to be any easier.

 
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